Reasons never matter, once Death comes cold and bold and takes the living by the hand. You count up your dead, every one.

I see all sorts of things when I'm clearing my pipes.

Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.

This is as 'alone' as I'm likely to get with you - you're not half so fetching as your daughter.

For Harmony. A chance at life. To fight on other days.

I won't go back and live in the sea again.

When you give death, you give of your own life - every time.